I finished reading Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami after a month. That is already an achievement for me! The last novel I've read completely was Game of Thrones Book 2. Back then, reading a book is an addiction, now, it still is, but it's something that I cannot leisurely do anymore. I still read, however, the selections are mostly for school, tutorial, review and academic purposes. I still believe, I just have time management issues. I took time to read this one. Another thing I guess that helped me finished reading this book, is that it is in .epub format. I had it on my UB Reader App in tablet and I had access to it easily.
These are a few of the quotes from the book that I like, love and can relate to.......
Anyway, my point is that it's really hard for people to live their lives alone.
It's easy to forget things you don't need anymore.
There's so much we have to remember it is a pain.
Once you're lost, you panic. You're in total despair, not knowing what to do. I hate it when that happens.
I feel a little bad about lying, but there's not much I can do about it. I've got to bend some rules myself if I want to survive.
There's no such thing as absolute.
In this whole wide world, the only person you can depend on is you.
No matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone.
We don't have a lot of time, so let me jump to the conclusion, if you don't mind. What you can do for me is kill me. Take my life, in other words.
Truthfully, I am sick and tired of this life. I've long lived a long time. I don't even remember how old I am.
First you fear me. Then you hate me. And finally you kill me.
Most choices we make in life are equally outrageous.
You can't look too far ahead. Do that and you'll lose sight of what you're doing and stumble. I'm not saying you should focus solely on details right in front of you, ,ind you. You've got to look ahead a bit or else you'll bump into something. You've got to follow the proper order and at the same time keep an eye out for what's ahead. That's critical, no matter what you're doing.
Closing your eyes isn't going to change anything. Nothing's going to disappear just because you can't see what's going on. In fact, things will be even worse the next time you open your eyes. That's the kind of world we live in, Mr. Nakata. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won't make time stand still.
I don't care what you are. Whatever you are, I like you.
With each new dawn it's not the same world as the day before. And you're not the same person you were, either.
Strong and independent? I'm neither one. I'm just being pushed along by reality, whether I like it or not.
For me, inside this physical body-- this defective container-- the most important job is surviving from one day to the next. It could be simple or very hard. It all depends on how you look at it.
Every object's in flux. The Earth, time concepts, love, life, faith, justice, evil-- they're all fluid and in transition. They don't stay in one form or in one place forever. The whole universe is like a some big FedEx box.
The people who build strong fences are the ones who survive the best.
Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart.
You were badly hurt and those scars will be with you forever. I feel sorry for you, I really do. But think of it like this: It's not too late to recover. You're young, you're tough. You're adaptable. You can patch up your wounds, lift your head and move on.
Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean, if that's the way it goes, what's the point of loving someone?
There's still time. You can still get your self back. Use your head. Think about what you've got to do. You're no dunce. You should be able to figure it out.
I started reading The Fault In Our Stars first week of February, and I'm still on Chapter 6.
A friend was kind enough to lend me a hardbound copy. I haven't cried yet. But I was warned not to read it in a public place, because, knowing me, I would cry. For now, I am still on the "kilig" parts. I plan to read it this weekend and hopefully, finish it.
One book a month. Not bad.